"Brother Lin..." Zhiwei whined, his voice carrying over the rushing wind, his golden eyes wide with heartbreak. "Why does Brother Wangchen get the juicy melon? And why is his portion roughly three times the size of my walnuts? Is my holy light not sufficient? Did I not perform adequately in the colosseum?"
"You get walnuts because you need the protein to maintain your sword-flight, you oversized golden retriever," Ji'an called back, unmoved by his pouting. "The melon is mostly water weight. It's a tactical distribution of nutrients."
It was a blatant, unapologetic lie. It was just her favoritism, and everyone in the airspace knew it.
High above on his ice platform, Xie Wangchen didn't say a word.
He didn't need to.
